But what really made an impact was when I came across Jesus. No one on the entire spectrum of the human race, from the most spiritual to the atheist, can remain indifferent to him. You cannot help but like him – his wisdom, compassion, and love. Every time I read Jesus’ words and learned about his deeds, I wanted more. He was the Jesus I never knew.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins pulsed to the racing of my heart. I was completely caught off guard as I sat facing the enemy. Demon deprogrammers were going to try and bribe me out of the cult mindset.

I had a semblance of Jewish education and a strong sense of Jewish identity. But since my home was a home without God – and since the Christians and the Jews I knew did not seem to truly believe – I assumed that God must be present elsewhere.

Hans handed Rich the Bible. “In that millisecond,” Rich recalls, “my life was shattered. The name that I saw at the top of the page was Isaiah! Hans had been reading to me from MY Bible, from my Hebrew Scriptures, and I felt as though someone had taken a sword and cut me to pieces.”

I started being nagged with the idea of Jesus being the Jewish Messiah and the only way to know God. It wasn’t so much that it was a problem for me because I was Jewish and didn’t want to believe in Jesus. It was more that I didn’t want to close myself into what I thought was a narrow way of thinking.

The doctor had already come in that morning to tell me about the cancer. I got emotional and cried. But I was already prepared by the time Jeff came in. Then Jeff told me that he had received Jesus as his Messiah, and that God told him I was going to be okay. And I felt pretty confident that I would be.

When the crowd asked Jesus one day, “What must we do, to be doing the works of God?” he answered, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent” (John 6:28–29). And who is the one God has sent? Yeshua.

By my third year of grad school, my life, externally, was great. I had friends and a boyfriend who made a lot of money. I was in great shape, competing in a triathlon. But inside I was miserable. I found myself questioning everything: If life has no meaning, what does it matter if I live another day? And what happens after I die?

I grabbed the New Testament from where I had hid it in the cupboard and opened it. It happened to open to the Gospel of Matthew, chapter one. I was completely overwhelmed when I read the very first sentence: “This is the genealogy of Jesus the Messiah the son of David, the son of Abraham.”

The missionary asked my great-great-grandfather, Hakim, “Did you know that the Messiah you are expecting has already arrived?” and told him that Jesus was the Messiah. Hakim was so upset that he slapped the missionary in the face and threw him out of the synagogue. But that wasn’t the end of the story…

Following Yeshua will mean going against the flow of the values and priorities of the world. It may cost us relationships with family and friends, our reputations and opportunities. We might encounter suffering, heartache and rejection. But God will never desert us.

I take comfort in Jesus’ words: “Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, who will not receive many times more in this time, and in the age to come eternal life” (Luke 18:29­–30).

Although my faith made for some uncomfortable times with my parents, it also led to some thoughtful and fruitful discussions. And, much to their credit, they never allowed it to rupture our relationship.

How a Jewish kid with an Irish name found his Messiah – Ron Mcdevitt’s story Hi, my name is Ron Mcdevitt. I’m a Jewish believer in Jesus Christ. I was born in New York City. My mother and father are both Jewish. My father’s family was living in...

Stan Meyer's Story Should I admit to my Orthodox Jewish friends that I was a secret believer in Jesus? Perhaps I hoped they would challenge my belief. After all, life would be simpler if I did not believe in Jesus. But my experience with Orthodox Judaism pointed me...

As a native New Yorker from Long Island, our Jewish identity and culture were a big part of family life. I went to synagogue, attended Hebrew school and celebrated the Jewish holidays. Around the age of 7, my best friend Chris (a gentile) invited me to church with her...

How Dan Sered, an Israeli, Found Love and Messiah at the Same Time I was born in Israel on the holiest of Jewish festivals, Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. I believe God has had His hand on me ever since, to show His grace and wonderful mercy. I grew up in a secular...

He asked if I wanted to pray. I replied, “Sure, where’s the prayer book?” “You don’t need one,” he explained. “Just talk to God from your heart.” I folded my arms across my chest, looked upwards, and said, “God, I don’t know who You are. But I’m tired of doing it by myself, so You have a go.”

Josh Leon lives and works in the Orthodox community. One of the things he enjoys most is plowing through the rabbinic texts and discovering what he believes is more evidence that Jesus fulfilled the messianic expectations of his Jewish people.

Melissa Weinisch was born to Messianic parents. Melissa accepted Jesus as the Messiah at age five for herself and not just for her parents. This article and video share Melissa’s journey of not just being a believer in Jesus but rather being pursuer of God, seeking Him with all of her body, soul, and spirit.

In these times of stress and uncertainty, many people rely on one another to feel supported, holding onto each other for strength. But it is difficult to grip the arm of your friend when the ground seems to be shaking underneath your feet. For the few of us in Israel who believe in Yeshua, we know that the only thing reliable and strong enough to hold us is the Lord.

Afer Yoel and his five siblings, all born in the U.S., made aliyah with their mom and dad, he and his brother Dan served in an elite unit in the IDF, where both have narrowly escaped death in combat. Yoel, a Messianic Jew, shares his story and reflects on the difficult subject of God’s protection in battle.

London born and bred, Julia first served with Jews For Jesus as a volunteer, playing guitar at special events such as our annual Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) service. She came on staff in 2003, serving as an outreach worker, sharing the Gospel with many Jewish...

My Mother KNOWS I’m Doing This. My mother and father are both Jewish, both from the East Coast, and both had aspirations for me, their daughter, which I am sure did not include handing out pamphlets about Yeshua (Jesus). For that matter, handing out pamphlets about...

Set Free from the Gay Lifestyle I am Jewish by birth. But I was not raised in the traditions of Judaism. I did not attend Hebrew school or synagogue. The only time God was mentioned around the house was as a swear word. My mom and dad were atheists, though they had a...

I was born in Israel and lived here for the first three years of my life. I lived in the Caribbean, England, Paris, England again, and then came back to Israel. My mother is a proud Moroccan Jew; my father is Scottish. We were a traditional Jewish family rather than...

Laura Barron spent her childhood years in Cambridge, Massachusetts and Rye, New York. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a teacher. Her parents grew up in a tight-knit Jewish community in Dayton, Ohio and had known each other from school. While this could...

My Jewish friend told me that he had found his Judaism and the God of Judaism at that church. He was now, for the first time, truly proud and excited to be Jewish. I was shocked but curiously intrigued.

Steffi Geiser Rubin was commissioned by Jews for Jesus to create the art for “Multitudes.” Originally from the Bronx, Steffi grew up with a strong Jewish background. In January of 1971 she encountered a man named Moishe Rosen at a Bible study on the UC Berkeley...

Shout Out | Jack Sternberg | A Fellow Physician Began Attending Church - and He was Jewish This is the story of Dr. Jack Sternberg. Check out more of Jack’s story! Dr. Jack Sternberg, oncologist: “Undaunted, I visited with rabbis, hoping they could show me...

OK, I’m just going to say it. I love Christmas. I don’t have a problem, as a Jew, proclaiming that. I admit I have a Christmas tree, I love singing Christmas carols, and if you come to my house in December, you will hear Handel’s...

Delivered from Fear: a Jewish Thanksgiving Story I know that most people don’t think of Thanksgiving as a Jewish holiday. But I always will. That’s because during Thanksgiving weekend 1973, I experienced the most wonderful, most mind-boggling—and most...

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If anyone was a skeptic about Jews believing in Jesus, I was. Born to second-generation Jewish American parents in Brooklyn, I experienced much anti-Semitism growing up in the 1950s and ’60s. Since my persecutors weren’t Jewish, I assumed they were Christian. When I was fourteen, there was talk that a certain Jewish family in my neighborhood had converted to Christianity. I was filled with disgust. How could Jews do such a thing?

Many Jewish refugees from Russia settled in Omaha, Nebraska, between the 1880s and World War I. Among them were Debbie Landers’ grandparents. Landers, born Deberah Schwartz in Omaha in 1951, and her younger sister were raised Orthodox by their parents. The...

Introduction by Larry Dubin, branch leader for Jews for Jesus in Washington, D.C.

It was a hot and humid Mid-Atlantic August day when the letter from a local detention center arrived. Often I am unable to provide the kind of assistance requested in such letters. But after reading Martin Friedman’s words, I decided to meet with the chaplain of the detention center.

“There’s one miracle that God wants to perform in every person’s life,” I told my acquaintance in the hospital room. “He wants to forgive our sins and give us an eternal relationship with him. That’s a miracle he’ll always perform.”

A motorcycle accident at age 28 left David Farber with one functioning limb—his right arm—and one functioning eye and ear. But it didn’t deter his passion for travel and photography. He has journeyed to Alaska and Africa to photograph everything from moose to...

“The greatest hindrance to creativity,” says painter and photographer Will Rosenberg, “is worrying what others think. If you walk into a kindergarten class and say, ‘Who here is an artist?’ every kid will raise their hand. A couple of...

Shelley Skoropinski, 63, was raised in a Conservative Jewish home in Philadelphia. She grew up in a Jewish neighborhood and was bat mitzvah. Her father, Irvin Korotkin, passed away when Shelley was sixteen. Her older sister, Lana, read the New Testament and at age 21...

Rebecca Redinger, 26, grew up in Madison, Wisconsin, in a Messianic Jewish home in which both her Jewish mother and gentile father believed in Jesus. They raised Rebecca and her siblings to know both Yeshua (Jesus) and their Jewish background. She came to believe in...

Heather Silverman, 24, who lives in Columbus, Ohio, grew up in a Messianic Jewish home. Her father is the leader of a Messianic congregation. She says she began to truly follow Yeshua (Jesus) when she was eighteen. “My grandfather and father always had a camera...

Seeing Jesus through the Jewish Lens My parents are Jewish. I grew up in a Jewish neighborhood in New York and attended Hebrew day school. When I was in the second grade, my parents realized I was falling behind other children my age in reading and math. They decided...

David Philipson, 29, was born in North Carolina and currently resides in Southern California. He grew up in a home where both his Jewish mother and gentile father believed in Jesus, and David came to believe in him at a very young age. “I grew up with a ton of...

I was born into a beautiful Jewish family in Brooklyn, New York, in 1953. My father was a research chemist and my mother a writer. As a child, I was inquisitive about everything and asked all the impossible questions. My parents, I soon realized, did not have all the...

As in the ancient days of the Pharaoh, my mother’s family was forced to flee from Egypt in 1952, a time when Jews were hated and feared there as Israel’s statehood became a fact. The “promised land” to our family was Paris, France. There my...

My parents, Sy and Frieda Gardner, who have passed now, were both Jewish. My mother was raised in an Orthodox home and said we were descended from the priestly Levites. Her mother and father spoke Yiddish and English, kept a kosher kitchen, regularly attended...

I am gentile and my husband, Barry, is Jewish. Both of us believe in Jesus. Barry’s parents, Sy and Frieda, tolerated Barry’s faith but did not like to discuss it. Frieda was terminally ill with ovarian cancer, and my mother wanted Frieda and Sy to know...

One Way Out I was brought up in a Jewish home, observed Shabbat faithfully and celebrated the High Holy days at the temple and with family. I attended Hebrew school twice a week and was bar mitzvah and confirmed. While attending classes I asked a lot of questions...

Born in Brooklyn, New York, Herb Opalek was raised in an Orthodox Jewish home which boasts many rabbis in the family tree. He attended Hebrew day school and by age ten was fluent in both modern and ancient Hebrew. He had a near photographic memory and wangled quite a...

Rebecca Gottesman: 'A Very Happy Hebrew Christian' Rebecca Gottesman moved to California from New York a half century ago, but her hard-boiled upbringing is still evident in her New Jersey accent and countless stories of an age gone by. “I grew up on the lower east...

I was born into a middle class, Jewish American family, which would have made me a princess except my father was a florist, not a doctor. We celebrated the traditional Jewish holidays in a superficial way. While I was taught there was a God, I never really knew him....

Lifting the Dark Curtain I was born in Chicago, Illinois, on September 23, 1949, to a Jewish mother and gentile father. When I was two, they divorced. My mother, Harriet, was very liberal and not very interested in Judaism. She cooked bacon, ham and sausage. She read...

I was born a normal healthy Jewish child on November 17, 1963, in Huntington, New York, the youngest of three daughters. And while my childhood memories include receiving presents on Hanukkah, enjoying shul on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur and our family seder on the...

I was only five years old and had no idea what was going on as our family crowded into my grandparents’ living room on the day before Yom Kippur. I can still remember how my father picked up a chicken, tied up by its feet, and swung it over our heads, the...

As my husband, Stewart, says, we met while I was on staff with Jews for Jesus in the summer of 1984 in New York City. We were both handing out pamphlets—Stewart with another organization called Chosen People—in front of Bloomingdales on 59th Street in New York City....

Jazz pianist Joel Weiskopf, 49, has performed with jazz greats such as Stan Getz, Gerry Mulligan, Anita O’Day and Clark Terry. He has recorded CDs with renowned jazz musicians such as John Patitucci and Brian Blade for the highly-respected Criss Cross jazz...

I was born in 1932 in Belarus. My parents were religious; they knew God. My father was a rabbi and was sent to prison for five years for conducting circumcision rituals. My father always took me to the synagogue, but I did not understand anything there. I only understood Yiddish. My father always prayed before meals, “Baruch Atah Adonai Elohenu,” then he dipped bread into salt and then we could eat.

The Serious Business of Storytelling

Andrew Klavan is the author of such internationally bestselling novels as True Crime, filmed by and starring Clint Eastwood, and Don’t Say A Word, made into a film starring Michael Douglas. Klavan has been nominated for the Mystery Writers of America’s Edgar Award five times and has won twice. His books have been translated around the world.

by Joe Glauberg I remember my high school science teacher telling me, “You’ll never be a scientist.” When I protested, citing my excellent grades in science and math, he replied, “Joe, you’ve got show business in your blood.” I...

You don’t have to be Jewish to play a part in the stage production of The Diary of Anne Frank. But it helps. Mark Friedlander played the role of Henk Gies who, with his wife Miep, hid the Frank family from the Nazis. Most of the cast was not Jewish. So when they...

Somewhere right now someone is watching David Suchet portray Agatha Christie’s famous Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot. An estimated 600-700 million people watch the television series worldwide. The reruns get better ratings than many new programs. Suchet has...

We spoke to several pastors who are Jewish and who also lead evangelical churches. Their stories are testimonies of God’s faithful leading to bring three men to Himself from their Jewish backgrounds, as well as leading them into ministry in the church. They feel...

Outside, she could hear the matches scratching. As the village around them exploded in flames, the Nazis attempted to set the last house alight. Within these walls, Maria Weinstein huddled in the embrace of her newly adopted family. There, amid the chaos, Jew and gentile united as one family in fervent prayer.

Vera Schlamm One of the questions I was asked frequently when I first came to this country is: Was it really as bad in the camps as they say in the news?” Now the question is: “Was it as bad as was shown in films such as ‘The Hiding Place’ or...

I never thought I’d get married, for the simple reason that I never thought I would ever meet someone who would love me just for who I am, faults and all. And then I met Renee Shulman…

Renee and I met one afternoon at Queens College through the Hillel group on campus. I was studying geology and had just returned from a field trip. My jeans were filthy and the rest of me wasn’t too clean either. I walked into the room where Hillel was meeting, sort of wondering why I was there. Truth be told, I would have rather been by myself or playing table tennis, but someone had told me I should drop by Hillel and so here I was.

From what I was told later, I understand that Renee, who had been chatting with a group of her girlfriends, stopped mid-conversation when she saw me. Then she pointed me out to her friends and said, “I’m going to marry that guy.” Grubby jeans and all.

Growing up in Ocean Parkway, Brooklyn, I had tremendous respect for the ultra-Orthodox Jewish community known as the Hasidim. Though they lived in a world apart from the rest of us, they had a tremendous impact on my early desire to know more about the God I prayed to...

When I was about five years old, I crawled into my father’s lap and touching his arm lightly, I asked, “What is that number?” Without flinching, he explained how he had been marked in the concentration camps, where very bad men treated people like numbers, not human...

My father was a straight-laced chemical engineer, my mother an actress. Their relationship was like vinaigrette. On the first night of their honeymoon, my mother cooked a rump roast, which she burnt to a crisp. My father glared at it and pronounced, “Maureen, you’d better learn how to cook.”

She took his criticism as a challenge, and became one of the best cooks I’ve ever known. She started a catering business and taught cooking classes. As a young boy, I was fascinated by my mother’s cooking and would sit and watch her for hours, captivated by the aromas of the kitchen. Growing up in a South African Jewish home, I loved everything that had to do with food. “

Dr. Michael Sischy qualified as a General Medical Practitioner from the University of the Witwatersrand in 1993. He joined Jews for Jesus in January 1999 after being active in the state and private health care sectors for five years. Michael comes from a traditional...

Yoel and Adel Ben David live in San Francisco. Now both aged 30, they married when they were 20 and were involved in the Hasidic Breslov movement. Here is their story. I was born in Israel and lived there for the first three years of my life,” Yoel begins....

Amer Olson is the director of the Chicago branch of Jews for Jesus. He grew up in Minneapolis in a family that celebrated Hanukkah and Passover as well as Christmas and Easter — his mother is Jewish and his father is Gentile. Later, while studying at the...

Maybe it wasn’t quite Lou Gehrig replacing Wally Pipp, but when David Newhan got a chance to play for the Baltimore Orioles in the summer of 2004, he made the most of it. The left-handed swinging sparkplug belted a 435-foot pinch-hit home run in his first at bat...

by Ziggy Rogoff, as told to Alison Barnett My life’s two passions have been mathematics and being Jewish. I viewed life as one big equation and was always looking for its solution! So how does Jewish boy + a traditional Jewish education + mathematics PhD =...

I spent the first year of my life in that bastion of Jewish civilization known as Brooklyn; then my family moved to Queens. We attended a Conservative synagogue, where I developed an early awareness of God and the fact that things pertaining to him were to be set...

How does a skinny kid with asthma end up competing against brawny sprint cyclers in the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing? Michael Blatchford, 24, grew up in southern California in Cypress, a suburb near Disneyland. Like any other kid, he rode his bike around town. But it...

I was brought up in a modern Orthodox Jewish family. We went to synagogue every Shabbat and on every major Jewish holiday. My family kept kosher and I had twelve years of yeshiva education. I learned how to read and write Hebrew fluently and I learned many Jewish...

Jean-Marie Lustiger walked nervously up to the dais to preside over his first mass. The church was packed and the silence palpable. Just as the young priest was about to speak, someone from the crowd yelled, “Get the Jews out!” Lustiger’s reply broke the stunned...

Max Jacob, an important French poet of the early 20th century, was born to Jewish parents in 1876. Also a painter, he lived in extreme poverty. Jacob met Pablo Picasso in 1901. They shared a studio and later lived three doors from each other in Paris. Jacob had a...

Those words were spoken to my mother by my friend’s mother when I was nine years old, and while they made a distinct impression on me, it wasn’t until sixteen years later that I considered them in a personal way. I grew up in an upper middle-class,...

My Life in Story I was born into a middle class, Jewish Amercian family, which would have made me a princess” except that my father was a florist, not a doctor. We celebrated almost all the traditional Jewish holidays in a superficial way. While I was taught...

My name is David Lovi. I was born in 1980 and I grew up in a mixed home. My father is a non-practicing Jew and my mother was Catholic. We sometimes went to a cousin’s house to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, and my mother would take me to a Catholic church for...

Moishe Rosen’s Story I wasn’t looking for Jesus or God or anything ontological. I kept my nose to the grindstone. My goal in life was nothing big: I wanted to earn a good living and be able to afford a middle-class lifestyle. But even if I wasn’t...

From Generation to Generation: A Jewish Family Finds Their Way Home My name is Steven Peter Wertheim. I was born August 3, 1951 in the Bronx, New York—but our family actually lived in the upper west side of Manhattan, where it seemed like everyone was either Jewish or...

My name is Janie-sue (Arotsky) Wertheim. I was born in New Haven, Connecticut in 1955. Both of my parents are Jewish. My dad managed the auto parts departments of various dealerships in New Haven and Ansonia. Growing up, I knew more about cars than a lot of boys my...

Renee Abend wrote the following thoughts in 1997: As a child I listened to the prayers and reading from the Torah during a bar mitzvah service and thought it sounded beautiful. But what does it all mean?” I wondered. I always wanted to know more about God, but...

Jews in Pakistan?! There are Jews in Pakistan?!?” is the common reaction I get when I tell people I was born in Karachi, Pakistan. My father, a Catholic, was of Goan origin (Goa is a western province of India), and my mother comes from the Bene-Israel Jewish...

Jay Sekulow: How a Jewish Lawyer from Brooklyn Came to Believe in Jesus My Big Day at the Supreme Court I came to the courtroom early, before the proceedings began. The podium was adjustable, right? I lowered it. I’m five feet, seven and a half inches tall and...

Jack Sternberg: A Jewish Oncologist's Story If the condition spread to my left eye, I would be blind. My medical career would be over, and life as I knew it would cease. I was afraid — afraid and angry. I cursed God, figuring if he existed, he deserved it. I...

Rich Robinson: Coming In Through the Back Door Like many Jewish people, I was raised in a home where Jewishness was more cultural than religious. Our family celebrated Passover and Hanukkah at our home in Brooklyn, we went to the Temple on the High Holy Days, and...

I used to visualize the number of ways I could hurt people. As a trained Kung Fu instructor on my way to becoming a master of the martial art, I would often ponder the most effective and efficient ways of defeating my sparring opponents…or anyone who threatened me....

If I had remained in the city of my birth (Buffalo, New York) my neighbors, my friends and my surroundings would have been Jewish. But when I was six, my family moved South (of Buffalo, anyway) to a town called East Aurora, where the Jewish population numbered six: my...

For many years I was a businessman whose highest priority was to provide health and happiness for my family. I worked hard so we could live on the highest level. I housed my family in increasingly fine homes, drove expensive cars and provided the best of everything...

Dr. Richard Ganz: The Revival of a Rebel Jew I spent my youth in a way that did not produce envy in my peers. Every afternoon, for five days a week, I studied the Hebrew Scriptures at Hebrew School. What a place to spend my youth, with Mr. Katz and with Mr. Bugatch!...

My name is Shlomy. I am a sabra (in Hebrew tsabar”), a native-born Israeli. Sabra is also the name of the Israeli cactus. I was once very much like that prickly cactus. I was born into a Jewish family and as a boy I loved all of the traditions. But when I was...

I was sitting in Destiny II, an L.A. nightclub just around the corner from where I lived. Though it was a hotspot at night, during the day it was quiet. I often went there during the day to study for the bar exam. There was a comfy couch, and sometimes the janitor...

My parents, who are originally from Detroit, Michigan, found the Messiah through the Jesus Movement” in the early seventy’s. They solidified their commitment to Him some years later after moving to Seattle. Being the first of six kids I was always the...

Losing All; Gaining All I was born in Czechoslovakia in 1935. Our family owned one of the largest textile factories in the Czech Republic. In 1940, when the Germans occupied this area, they first took the industrialists, and my father was sent to the Warsaw Ghetto. We...

The ONLY way to know if Jesus is the Messiah Rhetoric was a required course at the University of Illinois at Urbana and I was not a happy camper. As a Jewish kid from Chicago who considered Bob Dylan my idol, I found it difficult to reconcile being a no-name college...

Africa.…Slowly the beat of your heart is transformed to the rhythmic call of a tribal drum. The setting sun bathes the land in molten gold, as a herd of antelope races across a plateau. You share their sense of urgency as darkness descends around you. Suddenly through...

Stephen Katz was born in Highland Park, Illinois, and raised in a traditional Jewish home in Skokie. He received a Jewish education in a Conservative synagogue where he became bar mitzvah and confirmed. He has been a believer in Yeshua since May of 1975. Prior to...

Out of the Flowing Water A Jewish boy in a Buddhist monastery? Or a church? Sounds crazy, right? Many years ago I would have agreed. My life was on such a different path. When my mother died of brain cancer, her death released a flood of conflicting emotions in me. I...

Piecing it Together: A New York Jew Finds Peace When you break a tooth, you go to a dentist. When your shoes need heels, you go to a shoemaker. When your hair is too long, you go to a barber. Such small problems are conveniently remedied, easily fixed. But what do you...

Jewish settlers in the middle west were of German and Russian-Lithuanian descent. Milwaukee was the nucleus of Jewish life in Wisconsin, branching into small communities all over the state. The immigrants started as peddlers by wagon, to the farmers, next opening...

My Story: A Jew from Iran Finds Shalom In the quiet of the night, with no one but my Creator to hear, I said, “God, if, this is not the truth about you, don’t be angry with me. Change my heart and show me if I am wrong; be my protector.” It was a cold, cold night yet...

We will camp here,” our scoutmaster told us, “by the lake.” Eagerly we set up camp by Lake Goshen in Virginia. I was 15 then and was with other experienced scouts. We should have known the still waters of Lake Goshen would be a perfect breeding...

The year was 1969. The event had been advertised on the radio again and again. I arose at four o’clock in the morning and watched a blazing comet with utter awe, as its tail stretched across the eastern skies. My love affair with astronomy had begun. South...

I was born in New York City in 1901 and brought up in the Jewish faith. By faith, I mean that I believed in God, having heard many Bible stories from my father who read to us and taught us Jewish history. And yet, when I asked Papa the many questions which children...

In the following excerpts, Janet Feinberg tells a little about her radical departure from her beliefs as a Jewish eclectic mystic to her faith in Jesus as the Messiah and only door to God. …Henry gave me the expanded version of how he had come to faith in Yeshua. My...

Green pastures don’t just happen.” If ever you’ve walked over the rolling hills of Israel, you’ve noted that the ground is rocky, barren and brown. Lack of rain between May and October means that vegetation is either withered in the heat or...

Steve and Bobbi Gorman thought they had everything, but when everything” was gone, there was room in their life for more. They are both Jewish. In fact, they met at a singles club event at the temple. She was 19 and he was 22. Steve recalls, “It was a...

The policeman gaped at me, unable to suppress his astonishment. “Man, that’s dangerous what you want to do. You can get into serious trouble. You’re an Israeli Jew and these people you want to meet are Arabs on the West Bank.…” I knew he meant...

I am a child of the ’60s, with all the images that implies. Beyond that, I am a Jew. People today want to be known for how they stand out, not how they fit in; yet, my individuality cannot be separated from the ethnic background which gave it birth. I grew up in...

My father was a first generation North American. He grew up in Canada in a home heavily accented with the culture and customs of Eastern Europe, and a Jewry which was quickly shedding the religious orthodoxy of the Old World. He certainly didn’t believe in...

My great-grandfatther’s name was Louis Reiner, but we always called him Zayde Leib. He was a tall, handsome man who had served as a soldier in Europe, but spent most of his life as a cobbler—a maker and designer of boots. His marriage to Becky Mendelovich,...

Harry, come to bed. Harry, she doesn’t want to talk about it.” My grandmother was such a good natured woman; I think that was the first time in my 11 years I had ever seen her the slightest bit annoyed. My grandfather never raised an eyebrow. He continued...

When I think about my family tree, my thoughts turn first to my grandmother. I was a little girl when she died, so most of what I know about her is from stories my mother told me. Bubbe was a small woman; her heavy, rimless glasses all but covered her face. Whenever I...

I climbed into the hardwood seat, which was padded with a green velvet cushion. Then I tilted my head back ’til I could feel the strain in my neck. This was the best way to view the immense beauty of our synagogue. I was 5 years old, and fascinated by the vast...

Having witnessed Jesus’ power to answer prayer and change lives, I have concluded that he is who he claims—the Jewish Messiah who provided the atoning sacrifice for sin—and that his promises to those believing him are real.

In a small town in eastern Hungary, young Leopold Cohn lost both of his parents at the age of seven. His life became a struggle for existence, and he learned to trust in God with all of his heart. At 13 he decided to study to become a rabbi, and when he graduated from...

We Jews for Jesus often go to great lengths to bring the gospel to our Jewish brethren. We prepare diligently and offer carefully thought-out arguments for the reasonableness of our faith in Yeshua. Sometimes when we don’t see instant results we are tempted to...

I should have died. At 2:45 p.m. on May 25, 1979, Flight 191 lifted off the runway at O’Hare International Airport. Within minutes the jumbo DC-10, headed from Chicago to Los Angeles and crammed to capacity with 273 passengers and personnel, plunged to earth in...

No reporters have visited the prison camps of Soviet Russia, unless they have gone as prisoners. So to this day we have little information about the millions who have lived, suffered, and died there, especially during Stalin’s reign of terror. Most will remain...

My parents came from Russia to the United States in 1911. My mother used to tell me stories of the atrocities and pogroms suffered by our people there at Passover time. A gentile child would be hidden, and we Jews would be accused of killing him and using his blood to...

The view was breathtaking. Lush pine forests covered the mountainsides and disappeared into distant valleys below. A sheer rock face of reddish hue stretched upward toward snow-capped peaks that glistened in a sunny, cobalt-blue sky. It was a beautiful but treacherous...

QUESTION: I recently heard a speaker down here in Charlotte, North Carolina, who suggested that the Holocaust never really happened. In view of what six million Jews and other innocent people suffered at the hand of the Nazis, I find this very distressing and wonder...

An Interview With Holocaust Survivor Dr. Vera Schlamm Ed. note: Dr. Vera Schlamm spent her childhood in Nazi Germany and Holland. Her early youth—the days when most girls are beginning to date—was spent trying to survive on tiny morsels of food while in Bergen-Belsen....

Perhapss Moses Maimonides grew up in a Jewish home steeped in faith. I didn’t. In the several generations since we left Russia for America, my family had departed from any deep faith in the God of Israel and His Word. Growing up in Chicago in the 1960’s, I...

Born in post-World War II Germany of Polish holocaust survivors, my longing to find an earthly place I could call home began early in life. My parents, victims of Hitler’s atrocities, had been thrust from their homes and forced to find new ones. Germany was for...

I can’t remember my exact age, but I was sitting in a synagogue service that was designed especially for children (ages four and up). It was Rosh Hashannah and the reader spoke the words, Who may climb the mountain of the Lord? And who may stand in His holy...

I was handing out our gospel broadsides on Madison and La Salle Streets in the heart of the business district of the Chicago Loop.” The nickname “Windy City” was once again proving to be all too appropriate, and pedestrians were scurrying about,...

Have you ever heard someone say, The Jews rejected Christ, so God has rejected the Jews”? That statement contradicts the teaching of Scripture. In the 11th chapter of Romans, starting with verse one, the Apostle Paul gives a seven-fold rebuttal of this...

My parents were both Russian born Jews who emigrated to the United States during their teens. They met and were married in Chicago, and although both had been raised in Orthodox families, they spent the first twelve years of their married life in a fairly nonreligious...

As I grew up, every Friday night my family would gather about the table. Mother lit the Sabbath candles. It was a special tradition, not for religious reasons, but because it was time we spent together. My brother and I learned of the holidays and traditions through...

The following is a true account by an Israeli woman who received a call-up order” from the army. For reasons of security her name has been withheld. The letter, which had arrived a month in advance, was couched in military terms of “call-up order,”...

It was January 1976 and I was sitting in the university clinic waiting for a doctor. Woozy from a bout of mononucleosis, I had just wobbled in from the arctic gusts and glacial snowdrifts of an upstate New York winter, and had taken my seat among the other coughing,...

I am by profession an electrical engineer. I was trained to rely on scientific data. I learned that facts were facts, theories were theories and all else was either unknown or hocus-pocus. There was not much room for the unexplained or the miraculous—only analytical...

The memories of one’s childhood combine to form a picture either sweeter or perhaps more bitter than what is warranted by the real experience. Yet, except for time-worn photographs, a parent’s dusty recollections, or maybe more luckily, a diary that was...

Through Death’s Door—and Back! by Lyn Mann This article originally appeared in ISSUES 3:3 I was a very fortunate person. I had a loving husband, children who were a source of joy and satisfaction, a beautiful home, a profession as a teacher who loved teaching....

Electricity filled the air as my family and I entered my grandparents’ home in Brooklyn, New York. It was the first night of Passover, the Festival of Redemption, and I eagerly anticipated the events of the evening. Passover has always been an exciting time for...

Years ago, it must have been about 1942 or ’43, I was sleeping and I experienced what I thought was a dream. I dreamed I was being chased by a giant-sized man. I was running over hills and mountains: he was chasing me with a sickle. I ran and ran until I...

At last! The Sabbath eve of my long anticipated Bas Mitzvah! More than the culmination of months of study, it was a step toward maturity. As I waited on the bimah during the Friday evening service, I savored the exciting thought that in just a few short moments I...

I remember being nervous. My mouth felt dry, and the palms of my hands were sticky with sweat. I had just completed a whole year of intensive training to prepare me for just these next few hours. Would I remember my speech, the only part I was to present in English?...

Seventeen pairs of eyes looked to me to teach them the Hebrew language as I continued the chain of tradition. I grew up in Argentina, but I felt that I was a member of a worldwide Jewish community. Yet I had a particular perspective of what it meant to be Jewish. I...

I’ll never forget the very first time I stood before the Western Wall in the ancient city of Jerusalem. I was seventeen years old and had just finished my first year in college. It was the summer of 1967. I had come to Israel as a volunteer along with thousands...

The wings of the TWA jetliner lifted and dipped as we made our final approach over the coast of Israel. I could see a mixture of sand dunes, scrub oak and faded cement structures. Houses quickly gave way to massive apartment buildings, which in turn blended into the...

On occasion I have been told by some of my fellow Jews that my open profession of faith in Jesus of Nazareth as Israel’s Messiah marks me as a traitor to my people. Once I accompanied a friend who also believes in Jesus to the office of a prominent rabbi in our...

One of the greatest desires of my parents was that I should know the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and love Him. From my earliest childhood, I remember my parents’ love for God and for His people, Israel. When I was very young they began to read to me the...

When I was six years old, my world changed. If I had remained in the city of my birth, Buffalo, New York, my neighbors, my friends, my surroundings, my culture, most associations would have been Jewish in the way that my parents’ and their parents’...

When I was a child growing up in New York City, some of my playmates in the neighborhood were of different religious backgrounds. Some were Protestant; some were Catholic. I wasn’t quite sure what the differences between the religions were. My friends seemed to be interested in the same sports I was, went to the same schools I did, and had the same difficulties in their studies. But, when the holidays arrived, each of us celebrated different ones. So, I approached my father and asked him what the difference was between what we believed and what my friends believed. He began to tell me the story of the three rings.

From the time I was old enough to understand anything, I believed in God. He was a big omniscient Jewish Grandfather in the sky who could fix everything and make it right if He chose. I knew He was there because I often heard my mother talking to Him in Yiddish. If...

It was Yom Kippur. I was twelve, and I was fasting for the first time. I woke up early that morning, feeling especially holy and begging my parents to hurry and get dressed. I wanted to be in synagogue to spend the day praying and fasting like other Jews. We sat side...

Oftentimes, Jews who come to believe in Jesus are told by their unbelieving families, “If you’d only known more about Judaism, if you’d only studied your own religion, you never would have come to believe this way.” My parents never said that...

I was no longer able to discount the New Testament as “someone else’s religion,” for it spoke directly to the dry and barren areas of need in my life. My animosity toward Jesus had been replaced with respect, then love, and finally faith.

Synagogue is hardly the scene to begin a story about believing in Jesus, but it was there my questions started. The somber strains of Kol Nidre still lingered in my mind from the night before. Captured almost mystically in the walls and windows, they reminded me of...

Then I Met Messiah: Ceil Rosen's Story It was New Year’s Eve, 1951. As I reached for a drinking glass in the shelf-lined pantry of our cold-water flat, I glanced out of the tiny window at the midnight sky. The light of one star in the southwest dazzled me with...

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